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Family history 
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FAMILY HISTORY 



-WRITTEN BY- 



C. C. RANDOLPH, 



SALEM, OHIO, R. F. D. No. 2. 



A History of the Ancestors and 
Relatives of C. C. Randolph. 



LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 




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FAMILY HISTORY 



-WRITTEN BY- 



C. C. RANDOLPH, 

SALEM, OHIO, R. F. D. No. 2. 



A History of the Ancestors and 
Relatives of C. C. Randolph. 



ALLIANCE, OHIO : 

THE REVIEW PUBLISHING CO., 

19 08. 



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PREFACE. 



Thif: record is written in the belief that it will interest 
someone in the aftertime. Since my early boyhood I 
have taken great interest in the legends and traditions 
that have been handed down by word of mouth in our 
family. I have decided to write a short record of the 
names of the ancestors and some of the relatives of 
Thompson C. Randolph and Mary A. Randolph, together 
with some of the deeds done by them and a few stories 
that we think worthy of preservation, and also make 
short mention of the Randolphs of the present day. 



A HISTORY 

OF THE ANCESTORS 
AND RELATIVES OF 

C. C. RANDOLPH 



The four children of T. C. and Mary A. Randolph are 
Irving Holland Randolph, born the 11th of October, 1875. 
He graduated at Reserve Law School, and is now a 
successful lawyer in Seattle, was elected city attorney 
of Georgetown, Wash. He married Miss Ina Taylor. They 
have two children; 'Mary Randolph was born December 
1, 1904, and Sarah Randolph, born February 4, 1906. 

Walter Bayliss Randolph was born July 31st, 1865. He 
is a graduate of Mt. Union College, and is engaged in 
teaching school. He has. been principal of a number of 
schools and now resides in Youngstown, Ohio. He mar- 
ried Miss Minnie King, and they have two children. Re- 
becca M. Randolph was born March 13th, 1895. Lowell 
K. Randolph was born February 5th, 1898. 

Minnetta Carroll Randolph was born January 29th, 
1864. She is single and lives with her parents. To her 
care in saving old letters and to her good memory of 
stories told years ago by our aunts and uncles the writer 
is much indebted; in fact, without her help this work 
would not have been undertaken. 

Clarence Coulson Randolph was born March 4th, 1861. 
He has been something of a traveler, having sailed on 
both oceans and been in Cuba and Old Mexico, besides 
many states and territories. 

He proved up a claim in Kansas, also one in Okla- 
homa. He married Miss Cora A. Baughman and they 
have three children: Homer E. Randolph was born 
March 1st, 1887; Byron A. Randolph, born August 21st, 
1888, and Thompson J. Randolph was born the 22nd of 
January, 1891. 

Thompson Carroll Randolph (the writers father) was 
born November ii>rl833. He and his sister attended High 



School at Salem, Ohio, and completed their education 
there. In 1855 he took a trip to the then new countries 
of Kansas and Iowa. He passed down the Ohio and up 
the Mississippi rivers. Kansas was then in a very un- 
settled condition on account of the slavery question and 
he soon returned to Ohio. In 1870 he and his sisters 
sold the old Randolph home near Lisbon, Ohio, and he 
joined the colony then settling at Greely, Colo. He and 
his family were in that city when there were but three 
frame buildings in the town. The Ute Indians often came 
to town, where they were civil enough, though it was 
considered dangerous to meet them out in the lonely 
mountains. On leaving Greely he went to Kansas, where 
he had relatives. He staid in Kansas one summer, then 
the ague and homesickness together caused him to move 
back to Ohio and settle on the farm where he now re- 
sides. Thompson C. Randolph was a man of strength 
and energy in his younger days. In the times when the 
grain was all harvested with the old-fashioned grain 
cradle I remember seeing him cradle down six acres of 
oats in one day. He takes great interest in the Grange 
and has attended more meetings of Butler Grange than 
any other member. He and Uncle Job V. Coulson joined 
the citizen soldiers and helped to capture the rebel Gen- 
eral John Morgan and forces near Lisbon in the summer 
of 1863. That is said to have been the greatest day of 
excitement ever known in this county. Thompson C. 
Randolph'? eyesight is failing, but he retains his strength 
remarkably well for a man of his age. 

I will now write of the Coulson family: Mary Ann 
Coulson was born in Columbiana county, Ohio, Novem- 
ber 21st, 1833. When she was quite young her parents 
moved to Carroll county, where her childhood days were 
spent. Her parents bought a farm and settled near Guil- 
ford, Ohio, in 1853. She commenced teaching school when 
she was sixteen years old and taught school for ten 
years. Though wages were low she saved $300 during 
this time. She had a very good education for that time 
and was especially good in spelling and arithmetic. She 
was married to Thompson C. Randolph in 1860. When 
the family were in Greely, Colo., she wanted to move on . 
to California, instead of coming back to Ohio, which 
might have been wise. She is fond of flowers and spends 

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her evenings in reading and sewing. She is less active 
than she used to be, but is still able to help with the 
housework. She was seventy-three years old her last 
birthday. She has two brothers and one sister. 

Her sister, Sarah Ann Coulson, was born in 1830. She 
taught several terms of school; she was never married, 
was very independent, and lived many years alone. She 
was the friend of the unfortunate and was honored and 
esteemed by all her acquaintances. She was very careful 
and saving and left quite a little property to her nieces 
and nephews. After a short illness she died of a fever 
April 6, 1906, and was buried in Woodsdale cemetery, 
Columbiana county, Ohio. 

The youngest brother, Job V. Coulson, was born in 
1840. He was never man-ied and was esteemed by all a 
good honest young man. He joined the Union army as a 
volunteer in the Civil war. After serving a short time he 
died of typhoid fever in the hospital at Nashville, Tenn., 
in the autumn of 1864. His remains were brought home 
and now rest in Woodsdale cemetery. 

The oldest brother, George H. Coulson, was born in 
1836. He was twice married and had three children by 
his first wife, and one by his second wife. His oldest 
child is Florence May Coulson, who was a successful 
school teacher and a fine musician. She married James 
Bennet Randels, who is now a prominent business man 
of Anthony, Kansas. He was twice elected recorder of 
deeds of that county. They have ten children, all strong 
and hearty. 

The second child, Grace Eva Bell, died when quite 
young. 

The third child, Ernest Brown Coulson, studied survey- 
ing at Manhattan, Kansas, and is now a very successful 
civil engineer. He now owns two fine farms in Oklahoma. 
He married Jessie McClurg of Manhattan, Kansas. They 
have no children. 

The only child by the second wife is Leona Coulson, 
who married Charles Bowen, and now resides at Shattuck, 
Oklahoma. They have four children. 

The first wife of George H. Coulson was Mary Elois 
Brown, who died in 1874. 

The second wife was Mrs. Sarah Randels. They now 
reside at Cherokee, Okla. George H. Coulson was quite 



a successful politician. He was elected infirmary director 
in Ohio and when he lived in Kansas was twice elected 
to the state legislature by the Populists. In Oklahoma 
he was once elected to the territorial senate and once 
elected clerk of Woods county. When a young man he 
was a successful teacher. 

Mary Ann Coulson's father's name was Jehu Coulson. 
He was born in 1801, and died of dysentery in 1865. He 
enjoyed good health until the time that his son died in 
the army. This great trouble is said to have been the 
cause of his death. He owned a fine farm near Guilford, 
Ohio. The writer can remember seeing him throw a 
club clear over a chestnut tree while out gathering chest- 
nuts. Jehu Coulson had ten brothers and one sister. All 
of these twelve children lived to be over forty-eight years 
of age, and some of them lived to be very old. Jehu 
Coulson's sister. Tamer, married Mahlon Reeder and two 
of their children, Anson and Enos, are still living. Of 
Jehu Coulson's ten brothers, the oldest was Job, born in 
1799. Then came Anson, Isaac, William, Saul, Hervey, 
Jabez, John, Samuel and Lot, the youngest, who was born 
in 1820. Uncle Job was fond of writing poetry, and lived 
to a great age. Uncle Saul was in fairly good health at 
the age of 81. He was killed at Kensington, Ohio, by a 
locomotive while crossing the railroad track after night. 
Uncle Sam and Uncle Lot were very fond of jokes and 
stories and believed in having a general good time. When 
Uncle Sam Coulson was an old man he used to buy butter 
and eggs and sell groceries. One day he was passing 
the farm where his nephew. Uncle George H. Coulson, 
lived, and saw him at work in a field nearby. Uncle 
Sam took off his hat and put it in the bottom of the 
wagon; then he whipped up the old horse into a furious 
run. The old man's long white hair streamed in the 
wind and he began to scream, "George! help me! help me! 
my horse is running away!" Uncle George saw the horse 
running and ran and tried to jump over a hedge fence 
that was between him and the lane. He lit in the 
middle of the osage hedge and stuck fast, tearing his 
overalls nearly off. Uncle Sam stopped his horse and 
said: "George, what on earth are you doing in that fence?" 
Uncle Sam once had a horse that was bad to jump 
fences. He told the writer that he always turned it in the 

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cornfield in the evening, for he knew it never staid long 
in the field where it was put. Uncle Samuel died of 
heart disease while sitting at the breakfast table. 

The following story is told of Grandfather Jehu Coul- 
son and Uncle Sam Coulson: The Coulsons had all been 
Democrats, but during the Civil war Jehu Coulson changed 
to be a Republican. One evening Jehu thought he would 
ride over and stay all night with his brother, Uncle Job. 
Now, Aunt Ruth Coulson, wife of Uncle Job, was a very 
bitter Democrat, and she abused grandfather most un- 
reasonably, and after he went to bed he got so mad think- 
ing over how she had talked that he concluded he would 
not stay for breakfast, so in the latter part of the night 
he got up, got his horse and rode over to Uncle Sam 
Coulson's who lived nearby. A neighbor heard the fol- 
lowing dialogue: Jehu called, "Hello! hello! Samuel 
Coulson." Uncle Sam said, "Who is there?" The answer 
came, "Jehu Coulson." Uncle Same said, "Where is thee 
from?" The answer came. "Just from perdition." Uncle 
Sam said, "How is Satan?" The answer came, "Raising 
thunder." 

Uncle John and Uncle Job Coulson were school teach- 
ers and Uncle John was twice elected recorder of deeds 
in the county where he lived in Indiana, and became quite 
wealthy. 

Jabez Coulson, the father of Jehu, was born in Fayette 
county, Pennsylvania, in 1774, and died here in Ohio in 
1853. He served in the war with England in 1812. He 
was a school teacher when a young man and at the time 
of his death owned two hundred acres of land. It is re- 
lated of him that when a small boy at one time his cloth- 
ing consisted of nothing but a long tow shirt. His older 
sisters decided that he should not go to church in that 
costume and gave orders accordingly, but when they ar- 
rived at the church they found him already there in his 
tow shirt, sitting on one of the back benches. Another 
story is that he crept out from under one of the benches 
wearing his tow shirt after meeting had commenced. 
Jabez Coulson'? mother, the writer's great great grand- 
mother, was living with her son, Jehu, in this country 
at the time of the Indian scare in 1814. The family were 
preparing to leave, but the old lady would not go unless 
they took with them a certain feather bed that she was 

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much attached to, but she finally gave up to go without 
It. This Indian scare proved to be a false alarm. Jabez 
Coulson married Anne Van Horn, a Pennsylvania Dutch 
lady. She was born in 1778, and died in 1846. We know 
but little about her family. Her father's name was Wil- 
liam. It is said of him that during the Revolution he 
sold his farm in Pennsylvania and had all his property 
in the form of Continental money at the time it was re- 
pudiated by the government. He lost it all. The Coul- 
son's were conservatixe, careful people, and good rea- 
soners. Jabez Coulson was raised a Quaker, but married 
out of Meeting. His father was a Toi-y and Jabez told 
that during the time of the Revolution he could remem- 
ber hearing his father and older brothers cry, "Hurrah 
for King George!" 

Jabez was the son of Samuel Coulson, and the family 
came from Derbyshire, England. The old family record 
reads: Thomas Coulson lived and died in Derbyshire, 
England. His son, Joseph, with Margaret, his wife, came 
to America in 1713 and settled in Germantown, near 
Philadelphia. In 1715 they both died and their son 
Thomas (who was born in England in 1703) moved to 
Cecil county, Maryland, and married Martha Wiley in 
1725. He died in 1763, and is buried in the old Friends' 
graveyard in Weft Nottingham, Md. His son, Samuel, 
was born in 1729, and was married in 1751 to Tamer 
Allen, daughter of John and Esther Allen, who was born 
in 1735. Samuel Coulson died in 1776. His wife lived 
until 1818. This is the old lady who did not want to 
leave the feather bed behind. Samuel Coulson and family 
moved into Coloman's Fort, Fayette county, Pennsyl- 
vania, in 1774, on account of Indian troubles. He had 
fifteen children, of which Jabez was the youngest. Jabez, 
who was justice of the peace, and interested in politics, 
wrote the following poem in 1821: 

My friends, the day is drawing near, 
Which God of Nature gives. 

For choosing our Senator. 
Keen candidates are plenty, too. 

On legislation bent. 
Fifteen or twenty wish to go. 

But Lord knows who'll be sent. 



Some talked of starting John again, 

But others think it best 
To send a plainer-coated man. 

And let the doctor rest. 
Old Joey, he lies still, for fear 

Of being sore perplexed; 
But if he takes his wind this year. 

He'll tpeak the better next. 
Some say that Wilson, Will and Dan, 

Each one a prize will take; 
While others as sincerely plan 

For Peter, George and Jake. 
Alex, some say, will scarcely crawl, 

And Ike will run but little; 
But I say a fair race to all, 

Both Club and Hitabidle. 
Throw up the reins and let them run. 

Apply the whip and spur. 
And when the glittering prize is won . 

They'll care for you no more." 

All but two of the eleven sons of Jabez Coulson raised 
families, so we have many cousins in the world by the 
name of Coulson, whom we have never seen and who live 
in many different states. This concludes the record of 
the Coulson family. 

We will now take up the history of the Holland family. 
Catherine Holland was born in 1808, and died May 7th, 
1883. She was buried in Woodsdale cemetery. She mar- 
ried Jehu Coulson February 4, 1830. She was a woman 
of great energy, strength of character and natural abil- 
x'-'j. She was self-educated, having read many good books 
and had ideas far in advance of her time, and took in- 
terest in politics. She was fond of reading the history of 
the Revolutionary war and used to read with interest 
the novels of Dickens and Scott after she was seventy 
years of age. The writer used to have many arguments 
with her on different subjects. • She was a woman of a 
great deal of magnetism and a strong will. She was a 
believer in spiritualism. The night that her youngest 
son. Job V. Coulson, died in Nashville hospital she, not 
knowing that he was sick, dreamed that he came home 
and she heard him walk upon the porch, come into the 

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kitchen and then into her room. She raised up in bed to 
shake hands with him, but when the touched his hand it 
was icy cold and she woke up and said she knew that 
Job was dead. She awakened the family, but they did 
not believe it. They told her it was but a dream. In a 
few minutes the clock struck three. In a short time they 
received the news that Job had died that night. A nurse 
went around the patients in the hospital at half past two 
o'clock and Job was still living. He went around again at 
half past three and Job was dead, so he must have died 
about the time she dream of him. One time her son, 
Uncle George, fell from a cherry tree and was badly 
hurt several miles from home. She knew at once there 
was something the matter with George; she could not 
tell just what, but she knew he was in trouble. When 
wireless telegraphy and thought transference are better 
understood possibly these strange things can be explained. 
The writer visited Catherine Coulson about two months 
before her death. She told him that it was not likely 
that she would live long, but that she did not fear death. 
She only dreaded the pain she might have to endure be- 
fore death. She believed in a future life in the spirit 
land. She told the writer that if it was in any way pos- 
sible to send or bring him a message from the spirit land 
that she would do so. Twenty-three years have passed 
since then and still no message from dear old grand- 
mother. Catherine Coulson died of consumption in her 
seventy-fifth year. When seventy-two years of age she 
was quite a strong woman. She had nine sisters and 
brothers, several of them dying young. The girls were 
Susanna, Sarkh and Hannah. Susanna married Robert 
Miller. Sarah married Joseph Reeder and Hannah mar- 
ried Uncle Saul Coulson. The boys were William, John, 
Samuel May and Lewis. William was not successful in 
business, but lived to be quite old. John was a great 
wanderer and was unmarried. He disappeared in a mys- 
terious manner while selling a patent right he had in- 
vented. It was thought he either died of the cholera or 
was murdered. He left some property and it was thought 
that he owned some mineral land in Virginia, but this 
land was never found. Uncle George Coulson and others 
went down there, but could not find it. Samuel May 
went to California in 1849, but never made a fortune. 

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He lived to be quite old and died in California. Lewis 
died when a young man. 

Catherine Holland's mother's name was Sarah Finley. 
She was born in the state of New York and had seen 
George Washington and heard cannon fired in the Revo- 
lutionary war. She died in 1855, in the eighty-fourth year 
of her age. She was an orphan and was raised by her 
uncle. She was a lineal descendant of William White, 
who came over in the Mayflower to New England in 
1620. Catherine's father's name was Samuel Holland. 
He came to New Lisbon in 1804, from Philadelphia, after- 
wards moving to Hanover, where he run a carding ma- 
chine, and it is said he sometimes run this machine on 
Sunday. Some of his Presbyterian friends took him to 
task for this, saying, "The Lord made the world in six 
days and on the seventh day he rested." Samuel re- 
marked that it would have been just as good a plan if 
he had spent the seventh day levelling down some of the 
large hills that were so plentiful in that vicinity." Samuel 
Holland died of a bilious fever in 1840. He was sixty- 
eight years of age and was a Hicksite Quaker. His 
father once owned some of the land that Philadelphia 
now stands on. Hi.^ mother was captured by the Indians 
when she was twelve years old. She was adopted into 
the family of the Chief and was well treated; she lived 
with the Indians for three years. After she escaped to 
her own people her Indian father and mother sent her a 
cake to eat as a present, after trying to coax her back 
to live with them. She fed the cake to a dog and it died 
of poison. We have neither record nor tradition of the 
way she was captured, and the story of her escape is 
but a faded recollection. It seems there were several 
white children living with her among the Indians and they 
were helping the squaws to hoe corn. The white people 
sent some friendly Indians to them as a decoy. They 
told the children to run for their lives to a place in the 
woods, where the whites were hidden. There was one 
white boy eighteen years old, who had married an Indian 
girl and would not leave the Indians. We have lost our 
Great Great Grandmother Holland's first name, and her 
father's name, together with the time and place of this 
event. It is supposed to have been near Philadelphia. 

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The Holland family were of Welsh descent. Tradition 
and written record have handed down to us but little 
concerning our Holland forebears. This concludes the 
Holland family history. 

This is the record of the Randolph family. Thompson 
C. Randolph had one sister, six half-sisters and one half- 
brother. His sister, Lydia Anne Randolph, was born Jan. 
16th, 1832, and died April 7th, 1906. Her death was 
caused by bronchial pneumonia, after a sickness of nearly 
a week. She was buried at Copley Center, Summit 
county, Ohio. In 1869 she was married to William Wag- 
goner, who was a Federal soldier in the Civil war. He 
was a bricklayer by trade; also a school teacher, justice 
of the peace, and in later years a successful farmer. 
They lived until her death on their farm near Copley, 
Ohio. She was never a strong woman physically, but 
had a very strong will and great energy, and could accom- 
plish a wonderful amount of work. She was possesed 
of sound, practical business sense. While she had no 
children of her own, yet she was a mother to everyone 
who needed help and protection. 

She was a woman almost without fear and was very 
independent. While she was always ready to help others, 
yet even in her last sickness she was in constant fear that 
she would cause Inconvenience to someone. She had no 
faith whatever in the religion of the present time. Our 
present popular beliefs and theories were to her nothing 
more than a collection of Santa Claus stories that some 
grown-up people still believed in. She had been weak 
physically for some years but mental weakness never 
seemed to overtake her like it does so many old people; 
her mind seemed strong and clear even at the beginning 
of her last sickness. I copy the following thoughts from 
one of the last letters ever written by her: 

"The old people whore lives reach back into the early 
part of the nineteenth century will soon be gone; I often 
wonder whether the world won't miss the steadying touch 
of the men and women who lived "the simple life." It 
seems to me it has been missing it more and more for sev- 
eral years past as their ranks have thinned; perhaps they 
will come back to it as time passes." 

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Lydia Ann Waggoner was a school teacher before she 
married; when she worked too hard, which was often, 
she would excuse herself by saying that people rusted 
out much quicker than they wore out by hard work. Her 
personality was strong and positive and she took such 
an active part in everything that her sudden death came 
as a great shock to her many friends. Her husband. Uncle 
William, has been very sad since then and while we all 
miss her very much still we are glad to know that she did 
not have to suffer much pain in her last sickness, and 
while we know not what may happen to the friends she 
has left behind, yet we all believe that everything is well 
with her. 

The six half-sisters of Thompson C. Randolph were 
named: Elizabeth Anne, Lucy, Sarah Lupton, Mary, Jane 
and Ruth Lupton, and the half-brother's name was John. 
Elizabeth Anne was born on the old Randolph homestead 
four miles west of Lisbon, in 1806, and died ct. 27, 1880. 
She was a good woman, very industrious and fond of 
feeding the stock and working out of doors. She once 
told the writer that she could remember the great Indian 
scare in 1814, when so many families left this county on a 
false alarm. She was always ready to care for the sick 
and took very good care of her aged father. She never 
married. Her death was caused by paralysis, and she was 
sick but a short time. 

Lucy was born In 1808 and died in Belmont county, 
Ohio, of typhoid fever in 1834. She was engaged to be 
married. She died at one o'clock in the afternoon. There 
was an old clock in the Randolph house near Lisbon that 
had not run fear years, and several members of the family 
heard it strike one just at the time she died. 

Sarah Lupton was born in 1809, and died of typhoid 
fever in 1835. She was buried at Woodsdale cemetery, 
as were the other half-sisters, except Lucy. She never 
married. 

Mary was born in 1811. She married Morris Walton 
in 1835, and died in 1836 from injuries received while 
horseback riding. 

Jane was born in 1813, and died in 1835. She, too, 
died of the fever that was so prevalent then. The doc- 
tors did not understand treating it as they do now. She 
never married. 

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Ruth Lupton was born in 1816, and died of consump- 
tion after long suffering in 1883. She never married. 
She made great pets of the writer and his sister and 
brothers, and used to tell us many stories of the early 
settlement of Columbiana county. She told the writer 
that the last time the six sisters were all at home to- 
gether they went out in the yard under a walnut tree 
and wondered when they would all meet again. When 
Aunt Ruth was young the tried hard to get an education 
and used to study grammar while she run the spinning 
wheel. She wrote poetry. She had a cough for over 
twenty years before she died. She suffered much during 
the last winters of her life, but in summer she would be 
quite comfortable. She was so unfortunate as to loose 
an eye by being struck by a splinter of wood when she 
was a little girl. She and Aunt Anne made their home 
with Thompson C. Randolph during the last ten years 
of their lives. 

John William B. Randolph, the half-brother, was born 
in 1814, and died in 1S78 at the Shaking Quaker Com- 
munity in New York state. The writer used to accompany 
Uncle John on hunting and fishing trips and listened to 
stories of the early days, and also Indian stories that his 
father had told him. He married Sarah Galbraith, and 
they had one child, a boy, named Lundy, who died 
young. Uncle John was a carpenter. He died suddenly 
of paralysis. 

William Baylis Randolph, the writer's grandfather, was 
born in Prince William county, Virginia, in 1778, and died 
in Columbiana county, Ohio, in 1863. His death was caused 
by a severe cold. When he was three years old his par- 
ents . moved to Jefferson county, Kentucky. Shortly after- 
wards his mother and little brother were killed by the 
Indians, and his father took him back to "Virginia, to his 
Uncle William Baylis, with whom he lived until he was 
of age tp learn a trade. When he was ten years old he 
had a white swelling in his heel, which made him a 
cripple for life. He learned the stone mason trade, and 
learned to talk Dutch from some of the masons he worked 
with. The man he served his apprenticeship with for 
three years to learn his trade was named William Gillum, 
and the agreement was that grandfather was to have 
fifty dollars and a freedom suit of clothes when the time 
was up. Gillum would not do as he had agreed to, and 

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as grandfather kept asking him !for the money and 
clothes, he made up his mind one day to whip grand- 
father at a blacksmith shop. Grandfather, though a crip- 
ple, was active and threw Gillum down and his face was 
cut by some cinders. The men at the shop interferred 
and would not let them fight, because grandfather was 
a cripple. Gillum then started to whip all of grand- 
father's relations. His uncles were old Revolutionary 
joldiers and they drew knives on Gillum. He then at- 
tacked Jack Baylis, a cousin of grandfather's, who was 
only eighteen years old. He would not fight until cor- 
nered up in a store, when he sprang at Gillum and 
knocked him down. Gillum got up and said, "You do very 
well for a boy, but I will learn you something." Jack 
Baylis said, "Let me alone, for I know now that I can 
whip you." Gillum came at him again and was knocked 
down and so kicked and bruised that he never got over 
it, dying about a year afterwards. 

Jack Baylis was the son of William Baylis. He was 
somewhat inclined to be wild. He organized a company 
to go to the War of 1S12, and the company was named 
The Yellow Boys, but we are not certain whether they 
went to the front. 

In the summer of 180.5 grandfather married Lydia 
Lupton, who was born in 1777, and died in 1829. About 
this time he visited southern Ohio in search of land. 
One night his feet were badly frozen. Another time he 
staid all night with a Dutchman, whose wife told her hus- 
band in Dutch to trade their blind horse to the stranger 
next morning. In the morning when the man wanted to 
trade horfes grandfather said: "I must try riding your 
horse." He rode him into a brush heap, and then told 
the man in Dutch what his wife had told him the night 
before. The man said, "Why did you not tell us you 
understood Dutch?" Grandfather hated the institution of 
slavery, and in the fall of 1805 he and his bride moved 
from Virginia to Lisbon, Ohio, where they arrived with 
seventy-five cents in money and a set of mason's tools. 
They located soon after on the old Randolph homestead, 
four miles west of Lisbon, which cost them $1.25 per 
acre and an immense amount of labor to clear part of it. 
Part of this land now belong to Peter Willard. Grand- 
father worked at his trade much of the time building 
old-fashioned fire places and chimneys for the settlers. 

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They endured many hardships. At one time they had 
nothing hut beans in the house to eat. One day a wolf 
chased the cow and she ran and put her head in the door 
of the log house. One morning at three o'clock grand- 
father started to mill with a sack of corn on his shoulder. 
As he was crossing the West Fork of Beaver a panther 
screamed in a thicket near him. His dog, which was 
half wolf, would not go near it. It was killed by hunters 
next day. When he was working at his trade in Hanover 
he dreamed one night that his wife was lost in the 
woods. He went to sleep and dreamed the same thing 
a second time and a third time. He then borrowed a 
mule and went home. His wife had got lost while hunt- 
ing the cows. She heard the wolves howl around her and 
at last she heard a dog bark and wandered up Cold Run 
creek, to where Charles Mason lived, and they brought 
her home. 

Grandfather and a friend once bought a drove of 
sheep in southern Ohio. They wanted to move them on 
Sunday, but there was a very strict Presbyterian deacon 
living on the road, whom they were afraid might stop 
them, as the Sunday law was strict. Grandfather said, 
"We will fix the Deacon." When they got near his houss 
he had his friend tie up his head and hang onto his sad- 
dle as though he was very sick. When the old Deacon 
came out grandfather left his friend behind and rode 
ahead of the sheep. The old Deacon said: "I want you 
to understand this is the Lord's day." Grandfather said, 
"I know it is, but nobody on the road will keep us over 
Sunday, but we knew you were such a good man you 
would keep us. The reason that nobody will keep us is 
because my friend and partner is taking the smallpox." 
The old Deacon began to back off and yell, "Don't come 
near me; you can't stop here; you will have to go on; 
you can't stop here." And they went on, as ordered, and 
were glad to get away from the Deacon, and he seemed 
glad to see them go. 

In 1824 there was what was called "The Great Hail- 
storm." Very large hail fell and many trees were blown 
down. Grandfather was out in a field and started to the 
house as the storm commenced; the wind caught and 
blew him along. He measured his tracks the next day 
in the plowed ground and found that in some places he 
had taken eighteen feet at a step. In the time of slavery 

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grandfather, and father, too, helped to carry on what 
was called the "Underground Railroad." They helped 
slaves to escape from the South to Canada. Grandfather 
taught school In Virginia, and here also. He was well 
known all over the county, and some of his comic 
speeches were long remembered in the neighborhood. 
Long before the Rebellion he had predicted that slavery 
would cause this country to be soaked in blood. He was 
very feeble for some years before his death. He remem- 
bered seeing his father kill the two Indians the time his 
mother and little brother were killed, and used to tell 
the story to father and Uncle John. When he was young 
he used to hunt coons in Virginia with a pack of dogs 
and a negro boy. One night the dogs treed a wildcat 
and he thought it was a coon. The boy climbed up and 
shook the wildcat off a limb. It and the dogs rolled over 
and over in their fight, and in trying to get out of their 
way grandfather fell backwards over a log and wildcat 
and dogs rolled over him before he could get up. The 
wildcat escaped. Grandfather was raised in the Church 
of England, but died a member of no church. Two years 
after his first wife's death he married the writer's grand- 
mother, Deborah Carroll. He made but one trip back 
to Virginia from this state. Burn's "Highland Mary" was 
his favorite poem. He rests in Woodsdale cemetery. 

Grandfather had one half-sister and one half-brother, 
besides the boy killed by the Indians. The sister was 
named Mary, and was born in 1800. We do not know 
the date of her death. In 1823 she married a Mr. Davis. 
They moved to Missouri and settled in Callaway county. 
They raised several children and one of their sons visited 
at grandfather's in 1855, and also with his uncle in Vir- 
ginia. He was named Matthew Kirg Davis. The last 
we heard from them was in 1872, and they had left Calla- 
way county. 

The brother's name was John. In 1823 he married a 
woman by the name of Fraiser, who is said to have been 
rich. It is told of him that he climbed a tree one night 
and beat a panther out of the tree with a club. When 
single he followed freighting with a team and wagon. 
Afterward he kept a store and became wealthy. He 
owned much land, many negroes and several stores. He 
is said to have been worth at one time $120,000. He had 

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six children by his first wife, and none by the second 
wife. He is said to have been a very good man, but 
somewhat addicted to drink. He died very suddenly in 
the fall of 1S61. He lived all his life in Virginia. He 
had three girls and three boys. Of the girls we are told 
only that they married well. We have letters from the 
three boys to grandfather. The oldest was named James 
Fraiser Randolph. He was well to do, but died in middle 
life. The second was named John Thompson Randolph. 
He was a Baptist minister and wrote a very nice letter. 
He may possibly be living yet. The third was named 
William Henry Randolph. He, like the others, was of 
high standing in society, and at the beginning of the war 
he entered the Confederate army as a captain of cavalry. 
He was killed at the battle of Gaines' Mill on June 27th, 
1862. He left one son, who was raised by his mother's 
father, a Mr. Hogshead. The son's name was John Mar- 
shall H. Randolph. A few years ago my brother wrote to 
the postmaster at Middlebrook, Va., where these Ran- 
dolphs all lived, and was told that this son was still living 
there. 

The father of William B. Randolph was Thompson 
Randolph, who was the son of John and Anne Randolph. 
He was born May 30th, 1746, and died in 1826. Of his 
youth we know but little. He is said to have been a very 
powerful man and could lift a thirty-two gallon barrel of 
whiskey off the ground, hold it up and drink out of 
the bunghole. The date of his marriage with Anne Baylis 
is uncertain, but is isupposed to have been about 1770. 
In 1780 he joined a party that settled in Jefferson county, 
Kentucky. The party was led by Captain Kinchlowe, 
who was a drunkard. As they passed down the Ohio 
river they stopped one day and tied their boats to some 
trees along the bank at the mouth of Salt river, and the 
men went in search of game. William B. Randolph, then 
two years old, fell into the river, and must have been 
drowned, for there was no man there but the drunken 
captain; but Thompson Randolph was returning, and 
hearing the women scream, he ran to the river and after 
diving the second time caught his boy by the arm and 
brought him out, where he was with some difllculty re- 
vived. This colony settled on Simpson creek, near Salt 
river, and built a stockade fort with their cabins inside. 

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This was called Kinchlowe station, afterwards known 
as the Burnt station. There is in our possession an old 
manuscript, written for William B. Randolph, giving an 
account of his father's fight with the Indians at the time 
his mother and little brother was killed, and some other 
events that happened before that time. Here is a copy 
of the old record: 

"An account of Thompson Randolph's Defeat. Being set- 
tled at Kinchlowe station, Jefferson county, Kentucky, 
where he lived two years. In the course of this time he 
with two others, Banfield and McCallum, went to a lick to 
kill venison. McCallum, being foremost, was taken for an 
Indian and shot by a white man named David Glenn. In 
the last year Randolph and Robert Peaks were going to 
^■■M/]/^' - Bone's Station with salt, were fired on by a party of In- 
dians, who were lying behind a log not over twenty 
yards distant, and Robert Peaks was wounded through 
the thigh. A party of white men pursuing the Indians, 
the next day coming up with three of them, w^ho had been 
stealing horses, fired on them and killed one, w^ho was 
the son of a Chief, for which the Indians determined to 
destroy the Station at the risk of their lives. Accord- 
ingly in the year 1782 the garrison was attacked October 
1st, between midnight and daybreak by upwards of three 
hundred Shawnee Indians. They broke open the gates of 
the garrison and got in, the fort being surrounded by 
them, which rendered it almost impossible for one person 
to escape. The inhabitants were overpowered and a 
number were killed and made prisoners. Randolph's 
wife and youngest child being killed, and finding himself 
surrounded with danger, tried to make his escape and 
carry off the only child living. For this purpose he opened 
the roof of his house and in getting down he was caught 
by two Indians, who wished to make him prisoner, but he 
being strong, and finding themselves not able to tie him, 
one of them put the muzzle of his gun to Randolph's 
breast, which missed fire. The latter, with a sudden 
effort, drew his gun from the other Indian and he shot 
the Indian who tried to shoot him. The other in trying 
to kill Randolph, stuck his knife under his eye; the latter 
drew the knife from the Indian and stabbed him, putting 
the knife up to the handle in him. Then taking his child 
from the roof where he had left him, and in making his 
escape had a number of guns fired at him, yet not one 

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ball wounded him, though several passed through his 
clothing. Then a party of Indians pursued him, and must 
have taken him but for a brush fence tnat had a narrow^ 
passage, where he passed through, and the Indians miss- 
ing it, got tangled in the brush, which advantage enabled 
him to carry his child a quarter of a mile, where, being 
pursued by the savages, was obliged to conceal himself 
and child between two logs, where, after lying some time, 
a white dog came to him. He, supposing the Indians 
might follow it, struck it with his gun, which caused it 
to change its course and immediately after some Indians 
were seen following it. By this time the Indians having 
plundered the garrison and got all they wanted, set it 
on fire by throwing hemp on the houses. Daylight appear- 
ing and the woods being full of Indians, Randolph, on 
account of his child, was compelled to remain between 
the logs all that day. The night coming on, he made 
an attempt to escape and going some little distance he 
heard some bells. He concluded he would catch a horse 
and make his escape more easy. He left his child at the 
root of a tree and went toward the bells that the Indians 
were rattling to decoy white people, but before he got 
to the place his child (being surprised by the white dog, 
that came suddenly to him) screamed aloud, which 
alarmed Randolph and caused him to fly to his aid, fearing 
some savage had caught him. When coming to his child 
and finding some Indians in pursuit oi him, he took up 
his child and after running a considerable distance must 
have been taken but for the dog, which attacked and 
fought them most furiously, until being much hurt by 
them, was forced to fly, by which means he escaped with 
his child. A short time afterward Randolph with a party 
of men, who were headed by General Clarke, pursued the 
Indians and destroyed the New Chillicothe Town." 

Thus ends this old record, unsigned by the author's 
name, and we do not know who he was. 

I now give the account of his fight with the Indians 
as it was told by Thompson Randolph to my grandfather, 
and as we have it by tradition. Thompson Randolph de- 
fended his cabin with two old Kentucky rifies (my brother, 
Walter, now has one of them, the other was lost that 
night). His wife loaded one gun while he fired through 
the porthole in the door with the other. It is supposed 

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he shot several Indians, but they finally got a small og 
and ran with it endwise against the door; seeing that the 
door would be broken in, he told his wife to take the baby 
and open the window that opened outside of the stockade 
She opened the window and tried to get out, but she and 
the child were shot dead by one of two Indians who were 
outside of the stockade. Randolph then took his son and 
the loaded rifle and opening the roof got out where the 
two Indians were, leaving his boy on the roof. He held 
his rifle in his left hand; the Indians at first tried to tie 
him but he threw the big Indian down into a place where 
they had got out clay to make mortar for the cabin; the 
little Indian fell on both of them; the big Indian grunted 
and was very mad; they .oon struggled to their feet. The 
little Indian's gun not being loaded, he tried to take 
Randolph's gun away from him, but just as the big In- 
dians gun missed fire Randolph pulled his gun away from 
the small Indian and shot the big one dead. When the 
little Indian made a pass at his throat with a knife he 
threw up his hand, but was cut in the side of the head. 
He then caught the Indian's knife blade in his hand and 
taking it away from the Indian, cut him open with it. 
but his own hand was badly cut. The Indian ran around 
in a circle screaming. Taking his son from the roof he 
ran to a small opening in the brush fence that was around 
the clearing. The Indians who pursued him missed finding 
this opening and thus he gained a little time and con- 
_ (i/^^^\^>eaded himself and child in a log heap between two 
logs, where they stayed till morning and all the next day. 
He tore up part of his shirt to tie up his head, as he was 
losing much blood. The second night he heard some bells 
ringing and thought he would try to catch a horse, but 
before he got to where the bells were ringing he heard 
a shot and a white man scream. "Oh, God, I'm shot!" 
While he was hunting a horse a white dog that belonged 
to Ausburn Bland came to his child and caused him to 
scream. He ran back to his child, but some Indians fol- 
lowed him, and he and the child would have been captured 
but the white dog turned and fought the Indians savagely, 
thus enabling Randolph and his child to hide in the dark- 
ness. They afterwards escaped to Cox's Station, which 
was about six miles distant. 

Randolph's fight with the Indians is spoken of in 
if/l _!iEearj;s-Life of Daniel Boone." -Heart-makes the mi: take 

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of using the name Thomas instead of Thompson. The 
place and the incidents spoken of are all the same. 

There are some other stories in connection with this 
fight which we have by tradition. Ausburn Bland, a 
cousin of Thompson Randolph, had in his possession a 
paint box that was taken from the body of the chief's 
son, who had been killed some time before. Bland clubbed 
his empty gun and fought the Indians in front of his 
cabin, knocking them down right and left. He called ii». 
a loud voice, "Is Girtty here, boys." Simon Girtty (tho 
white renegade) was an old acquaintance of Bland. He is 
supposed not to have been with the Indians on that raid. 
Bland was finally made prisoner, but the Indians did not 
know which cabin he came out of. He was taken to 
Canada and exchanged. His wife was captured in the 
cabin where the paint box was found, and was condemned 
to be burned alive, but she escaped at night and climbed 
up a hollow stump and crawled down inside. The In- 
dians passed by the stump but did not find her. In climb- 
ing out after the Indians were gone her foot was badly 
cut by a sharp splinter, so that she was very lame. She 
reached Cox's Station in a starving condition. It is said 
there was a report that one of the other stations was to 
be attacked by Indians and part of the men had gone 
from Kinchlowe Station to defend the other station, which 
left but nine men to defend it. It is said that there was 
but three persons that "escaped without being killed or 
captured that night. 

We have it by tradition that the time Randolph and 
Robert Peaks were fired on by Indians and Peaks was 
wounded, they escaped on horseback. Peaks was riding 
one horse and leading another; they came to a creek and 
the horse he was leading pulled back and would not cross 
the water; the Indians were in pursuit and Randolph told 
Peaks to pull the bridle off of the horse he was leading 
and it would follow. Peaks was so excited and scared that 
he pulled the bridle off the horse he was riding instead of 
the one he was leading, but in spite of this mistake they 
made good their escape. 

The stOry is told that Randolph, Bland and another 
man were out hunting. Bland and the other man were 
ahead and found a fresh bunch of leaves and part of a 
deer in it; Randolph looked up in the tree above and 

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saw a panther about to spring on them. He shot the 
panther and it fell at their feet. 

Thompson Randolph, after his wife's death, sent grand- 
father back to Virginia to his wife's brothers. He then 
went in company with Daniel Boone and others to destroy 
the Indian town of New Chillicothe in Ohio. After the 
Indians were routed Randolph saw an Indian boy running 
from a white man. Randolph ran to save the boy, but 
did not get there in time. The story Uncle John told 
was that he had some words with and came near having 
a fight with the man who had killed the helpless Indian 

boy. 

After hunting Indians a while Randolph followed the 
sea for some years, then married a Scotch woman and 
with three slaves to work for him passed his remaining 
years on a small farm in Virginia. I here copy a letter 
from him to grandfather: 

Prince William County, Virginia, 4th April, 1814. 

Dear Son: As I have never had any letter nor any 
authentic intelligence from you since the 1st of March, 
1813, I feel at sometimes serious apprehensions for you 
and your family, as you reside in that part of the country 
where war, with all her concommitants are prevailing, 
but we are not yet deprived of the hope that you have 
escaped the misfortunes of numbers of the inhabitants 
of the Western country, but your silence on the subject 
naturally creates apprehensions which we cannot account 
for. I have (after long waiting for an answer to my letter 
to you) taken the opportunity of writing to you, and in- 
form you that your friends and relations in this part of 
the country are generally well at present. As to myself, 
I feel very sensibly the effects of age, with the infirimities 
attending thereon. The rheumatics still follow me, but. 
thank God, I am still able to go about and at times enjoy 
as good health as a person of my age could expect. Death 
is daily depriving us of some of our fellow mortals in 
this part of the country, particularly the aged. In this 
settlement, within a few days past, has died Mr. Benjamin 
Cooper, Mr. McGregor, and Col. Alexander, and on every 
side of us they appear to be dropping off like leaves in 
autumn. 

The price of produce has been very low at our markets 
for some time past, and all necessaries, together with 

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luxurious articles, are very high. Salt at liresent is two 
pence per bushel, sugar two pence per pound, and gro- 
ceries in general in proportion. The embargo laid early 
in the session of congress has been raised and 'tis prob- 
able that some articles will be cheaper, but I do not ex- 
pect that the price of produce will be enhanced much, as 
the new crop is coming on. We are obliged to keep n 
standing army at Norfolk, as the British fleet continues in 
the Chesapeake bay. This county has been called on to 
furnish her quota of men, who are serving their Lime. 

Your brother, John, still continues wagoning; he has 
not been at home 'Since June, last. The last letter we 
had from him was dated at Richmond, December, last. 
He was then well. We have not heard from him since, 
and cannot inform you where he is, or what he is doing 
I do not know of anything more at present worthy of youf 
information, but hope if you should receive this letter you 
answer it immediately and direct your letters to Dum 
Fries, as we shall get them sooner from there than any 
other postoffice. So I shall conclude, with a father's af- 
fection to you and your wife and children. Your step- 
mother and sister Mary desires to be remembered to 
you and yours. I am and ever shall remain your afc. 
father, THOMPSON RANDOLPH. 

The father of Thompson Randolph was John Randolph. 
We know not the date of his birth or death. His wife's 
name was Anne. He had two sons besides Thompson, 
who were named John and William. But one story con- 
cerning him is handed down to us. He belonged to the 
Church of England ad was opposed to the rough dances 
of the neighborhood. One morning very early two of his 
boys returned from a dance, and thinking to make their 
father believe they had just arisen they carried in a load 
of wood for the fireplace. He said, "Ah, ha! my fine 
hearties, you are up early this morning," and reached for 
his blacksnake whip. The boys got out of the door ahead 
of him. Now there was a large ditch on the farm they 
lived on; it was about a rod wide and so deep a man 
could not climb up the sides of it. The boys had prac- 
ticed jumping this ditch and at once ran for it and cleared 
it at a single bound. The old gentleman, in hot pursuit, 
thought he could jump as far as the boys, but fell short 
and slid down into the ditch and had to go down the ditch 

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a half mile before he could get out. What he did to the 
boys when he finally caught them is not recorded, but can 
be easily imagined. 

John Randolph of Roanoke and some other Randolphs 
claimed descent from Pocahontas, the Indian Princess, 
but we find no evidence that would admit our branch of 
the family to make this claim. It is believed that our 
family is descended from William Randolph of Turkey 
Island, who came from England to Virginia in 1660. Ran- ^ <'^- 
dolph is a Saxon name. It is claimed the first Randolphs 7^ irC/.^_ 
to enter England were North Men, who had settled in , — ^-- 
Normandy, and who aided William the Conqueror at the ^-^^-^r-^ 
battle of Hastings in 1066. In this battle the Norman sol- 
diers claim that the Saxons barked like dogs. The Ran- 
dolph name is founded among the nobility of England 
ever since that day. 

Anne Randolph, daughter of John and Jane Baylis 
(the lady killed by the Indians), was born in August, 
1755. We know but little concerning her. Grandfather 
told that he could remember seeing his mother cry to go 
back to Virginia when they were at Kinchlowe Station 
She was only twenty-seven years old when she was killed. 
Her fate waiS most sad and her name should not be for- 
gotten by her descendants. She played her part bravely 
on that awful night, for in spite of excitement she loaded 
the gun properly that killed the big Indian, and thus 
saved the lives of her son and husband. Her mother 
belonged to the noted Blackburn family, who can trace 
their record back to the time when the land now occupied 
in part by the town of Blackburn in England was be- 
stowed on Gamaliel De Blackburn, who came over from 
Normandy with William the Conquerer. Her first cousin 
married Bushrod Washington, a nephew of General Wash- 
ington. 

John Baylis was the son of William Baylis. He also 
had a brother William, who was a soldier in the Revo- 
lution. John Baylis' wife was Jane Blackburn, daughter 
of Col. Richard Blackburn, of Ripon, England, who died 
in Virginia. Here is part of the epitaph on his tombstone: 

"Here lieth the body of Col. Richard Blackburn, who 
departed this life July 15th, 1757, in the fifty-second year 
of his age. He came from Ripon, Eng., to Va., where by 
prudence, frugality and industry he made a large fortune. 

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He was followed to his grave by his inseparable friend, 
the Hon. William Fairfax, and other gents of distinction, 
together with his disconsolate relatives." 

This monument is dedicated to his memory by his 
friend, John Baylis. 

John Baylis was killed in a duel in 1765. A woman 
had beaten her female slave to death. Baylis was a jus- 
tice of the King and It was his place to have the woman 
brought to a trial. Her son was going to challenge Baylis 
to a duel, but backed down. Then Cuthbert Bullit (her 
son-in-law) took it up and challenged Baylis to fight. Both 
men were known to be dead shots, but Baylis was killed, 
while Bullit was unhurt. Some time after Baylis' second 
got drunk and told that he had been bribed not to put a 
ball in Baylis' pistol when he loaded it. The friends of 
Baylis were enraged and intended to kill Bullit on sight, 
but he left the country very quickly. 

The executor of John Baylis' estate had to give a 
$20,000 bond, while the Col. Blackburn estate executor 
had to give a $30,000 bond. 

John Baylis had two tons, Henry, the youngest, who 
was a major in the Continental army, and was called 
Major Harry Baylis. He had a pension in his old age 
and still has descendents in Virginia. 

William Baylis, the oldest, was the man who raised 
grandfather. He was first a lieutenant and then a cap- 
tain in the Continental army, and was in the battles of 
Brandywine, Monmouth, Germantown, and the affair of 
Paulus Hook near New York (now Jersey City), where he 
was slightly wounded. He was with the main army unde'- 
General Washington and was one winter at Valley Forge 
and the next winter at the huts at Middlebrook, N. J. 
We have this record from the pension office at Wash- 
ington: 

Happy Creek, Dec. 26, 1830. 

I hereby certify that Captain William Baylis, formerly 
of Frederick county, Virginia, now of Kentucky, com- 
manded a company of Militia at Yorktown, and until the 
end of the war. (Signed) 

JOHN MARSHALL. 

William Baylis had a pension in his old age of twenty 
dollars a month. It is told that when William and Henry 
Baylis were fighting Cornwallis near Yorktown they no- 

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ticed an English captain standing on a fence to direct his 
men. So they (being in a clearing) got up on stumps 
the better to handle their men. When Baron Steuben 
(the American commander) came ai'ound he made them 
get down off their stumps. He said, "You want to be 

d n fools because that English captain is." William 

Baylis moved to Reeves county, Missouri, where he died 
in 1843, being eighty-four years of age. He had an uncle 
William Baylis, who was a soldier in the French and 
Indian war and also the Revolutionary. 

The record of the Randolphs will be concluded by a 
poem written just after Groundhog day by Walter B. 
Randolph : 

A keen old seer is the groundhog, grey, 
As he lies in his bed asleep. 

And dreams of the summer time far away. 
While our fingers sting and our noses weep. 

In the days gone by there have been some tho, 
Who have doubted this prophet wise, 

But now we can see them meekly go 
And mournfully hide their eyes. 

How has this wizard learned to know 
What is hidden from you and me, 

How the winter days shall come and go. 
And when shall the spring time be. 

Does he, like the Priestess in days of old, 
By a system of signs and nods 

Place his nose to a cleft and smell out the cold. 
As she did the will of the Gods. 

Does he know by the caterpillar's tail. 
Or the corn husk in the fall. 

Or by the moss on an old fence rail? 
No, he sees his shadow, that's all. 

We will now record what we know of the Carroll family. 
Deborah Carroll, daughter of Edward and Elizabeth Car- 
roll, was born in County Antrim, Ireland, September 15. 
1791, and came with her family to America when she was 
eleven years old. After moving several times they finally 
settled in Columbiana county, near New Garden. She 
married William Baylis Randolph April 10th, 1831. Thomp- 
son and Lydia Anne Randolph, their only children, are 
spoken of elsewhere in this record. Deborrah Carroll 
was a very good industrious woman. It is said that she 

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and her older sisters used to gather and pile up brush In 
their father's clearing near Liverpool and cry to go back 
to Ireland, but they could never go back. Their father 
had loa most of his property in Ireland by going security 
for men who would not pay their debts. She was forty 
years old when she and grandfather were married. Sho 
was a Hicksite Friend, and when the church committee 
came to deal with her for marrying out of meeting and 
asked her if she was not sorry she had done so. She an- 
swered that she was not sorry, but for some reason they 
did not turn her out. She was taken sick with a disease 
that the doctors did not seem to understand, and died 
suddenly on the 2nd day of June 1849. She rests in 
Woodsdale cemetery. 

I now quote from the history of the Carrolls, written 
by Mrs. Mary Bewly, daughter of Ed Carroll, my grand- 
uncle. Some of this record she had copied from an ac- 
count written by her father: 

"Edward Carroll, a member of the Presbyterian church 
of Moira, County Antrim, Ireland, one and one-half miles 
east on the Lesburn road, was married to Sarah Bell of 
Ballandary Meeting of the Society of Friend?. The his- 
tory of the family is that they were Catholic. The grand- 
father of Ed Carroll, the Presbyterian, was named Thomas. 
He was a lieutenant colonel in the army of King James H 
of England. After he had turned Catholic and abdicated 
the throne, and while he was helping the Irish to fight 
England, Thomas Carroll commanded Carroll's Dragons, 
and was killed at the Battle of the Boyne in 1690. His 
sons were taken prisoners by the Protestant army. His 
father was Daniel Carroll of Litterluna. Ed Carroll, son 
of Ed Caroll and Sarah Bell, was born in the large stone 
house built by his father, and my father w*as born there." 

I now copy her father's record: "My father (Edward 
Carroll) was married in 1775 to Elizabeth Murray, daugh- 
ter of Joseph and Marjery Murray, of County^-^Afirim. They 
came to America in 1801, remained in Philadelphia, Pa., 
six weeks. While there Isaac, an infant of two years, diecS 
and was buried in Arch Street graveyard. They arrived 
the 21st day of May. They then had nine children, namely, 
John, Joseph, Thomas, and Isaac; Sarah, Marjery, Eliza, 
and Deborah. My father purchased a wagon and three 
horses and started West. There was a turnpike as far as 

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Lancaster, Pa.; after that the way was rough enough. 
Ours was the first wagon passed from London to McCon 
nelsville on the Chambersburg road; arrived at Redstone., 
rented a house and placed the family there while my 
father and brother John crossed the Ohio river into the 
then great Northwestern territory, to look for land to settle 
upon. My sister, Anne, was born in Redstone, Pa. We 
settled upon a place called Black Flats, Jefferson county, 
Ohio, St. Clair township, six miles from Georgetown; 
bought 640 acres of excellent land; ten acres was cleared 
and had a fine spring. We were two and one-half miles 
from the river. Lived on the land eight years, cleared 
one hundred and five acres and planted an orchard. The 
nearest neighbors were more than a mile distant for over 
three yearr. There was no Friends' meeting near us. 
The Moravian road passed us. John Hackenweilder, 
Bishop of the Moravians, frequently stopped wnth us on 
his way to a Moravian settlement sixty miles away. The 
Indians, too, would stay with us on their way to George- 
town, their trading point. We were well acquainted with 
Andrew and Adam Poe of Indian notoriety. My father 
bought our first cow in America from Andrew Poe. My 
father gave $1,220 for this land, and in eight years sold 
it for $3,200. We took away with us five hor:es, thirty- 
two head of cattle, twenty-seven head of sheep (had lost 
over one hundred head by wolves) and seventy-two head 
of hogs. We purchased 160 acres in New Garden settle- 
ment in Columbiana county, Ohio, where there was a 
large community of Friends. There was no land cleared 
on the farm, but soon cleared up, had a good brick house, 
a barn, a fine orchard and a delightful spring near the 
door. My father and mother lived here twenty years. 
They then sold it and came to live with me just after I lost 
my dear wife in 1831. My father died in February, 1832, 
just before the great fiood. He died suddenly of apoplexy. 
My mother died in 1835. They were both buried in New 
Garden graveyard (now Woodsdale). My brother John 
left us in 1803, went to New Orleans, then to N«w York, 
from there to Charleston, S. C, entered into partnership 
with his cousin, John Davis (my father's sister's son). 
They traded between Charleston and Genoa. He was 
appointed consul at Leghorn from Charleston, his prop- 
erty in Leghorn was threatened with confiscation by the 

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French, but being an American citizen he was liberated. 
Later he was commissariat to Napoleon's army, went to 
Moscow with the army. On his return he settled in 
South America at Rio Janeiro. He married a Spanish 
lady and became very wealthy. In 1831 he started to 
visit his parents in Ohio, but was taken ill with yellow 
fever on the ship and died, leaving no children." 

Here ends the narrative ot -Ed- Carroll. He is said to 
have been a very unfortunate man in business affairs and 
was always borrowing money of his father and other 
relatives. He was a very powerful man and good with 
his fists. It is said he knocked down three Irishmen who 
raised a disturbance in his court while he was justice 
of the peace in Lisbon, Ohio. He died in Philadelphia in 
1868. 

Thomas Carroll studied medicine and became a suc- 
cessful physician in Cincinnati. He left two sons and 
one daughter. 

Joseph Carroll settled in Clinton county, Ohio. We 
know but little concerning his descendants. 

Sarah Carroll was the oldest of the girls. She could 
remember seeing the heads of the Irish Nationalists stuck 
up on poles on the public square in the town of Lesburn, 
Ireland. This was in 1798, the last attempt the Irish 
made to gain their freedom from England. Sarah Carroll 
married James Whinnery of near New Garden. Of their 
thirteen children James Whinnery, Jr., alone survives. 
He is now eighty-eight years of age. 

Dr. John C. Whinnery, now deceased, was another son. 
He was a successful dentist and became wealthy. Eighty- 
two years after the Carrolls left Ireland Dr. John C. 
Whinnery and his daughter visited the old Carroll home- 
stead. They found a peasant man of great age living 
nearby who could remember when Ed Carroll moved away 
from the old home. 

Mrs. Abby Bosworth, who died this summer, at the age 
of eighty-four years, was one of the daughters. Her son, 
John Bosworth, killed by his insane father, Delos Bos- 
worth, in 1891, was a particular friend of the writer's. 

Marjery Carroll married William Whinnery of near 
New Garden. Of their eleven children there are but three 
now living: Elijah, Joshua and Jason. Elijah and Joshua 

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are over eighty years of age. L 
this family lived to be quite old. 

Eliza Carroll died while the family iiv^ 
Liverpool. 

Anne Carroll married Abel Thomas. The 
yet living are John, Charles and Jacob. 

Doctor Joha C. Whinnery told that his grandly 
sister married a Mr. Davis, and that Jefferson Davis 
great Confederate leader) was decended from him. 
have th.v from no one excei^t the Doctor, but he is con- 
sidered very good authority. While not agreeing with 
old leff in politics, yet we must all admit that he was a 
m- .of great force and courage. 

By means of the old records in c^^nd, the Carroll 
family can trace its genealogy far back into "The Night 
of Time." The meaning of the name Carroll is per verse. 
The name was at one time McCarroU, which means the 
son of Carroll, and afterwards O'Carroll, which means 
grandson of Carroll. It was once O'Carroll Ely. 

The Carrolls can trace their descent back to Milesius, 
King of Braganza in Spain, who, was descended from 
Fenius Farsa, King of Scythia. The tribe went from 
Scythia to Egypt and then back to Scythia, and finally, 
under Milesius, they settled in Spain, where they stayed 
for thirty years, when a great drouth caused several 
years of famine. The chiefs of Milesius met in Briganza 
and decided to abandon their settlement. In this they 
were encouraged by Caicer, their Druid, who told them 
that they should travel until they discovered the most 
western island, where they should settle and flourish for 
ages. Ith, the uncle of Milesius, headed the first expedi- 
tion to Ireland. He lost his life fighting the natives, and 
after the death of Milesius his eight sons, with their 
mother and cousin, sailed for Ireland. Before reaching 
land they were caught in a great storm and more than 
half their ships, with five sons of Milesiu, were lost. The 
three sons, Heber Fionn, Heremon and Amhergin, with 
their mother, Scota, and their cousin, Lugadh, son of 
Ith, landed safely and conquered the people of Ireland, 
who were called, "The Tuatha De Dainains." This was 
about the year 940 B. C. Heber Fionn was induced by 
his wife to make war on his brother, Heremon, and in 
the battle of Geisoil Heber was slain by his brother. 

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Jed from Conn of a Hundred 
French, but being an.g' of Ireland about 148 A. D. 
Later he was ^^ghteen letters in the alphabet of the old 
Moscow ^'age, and each letter is the name of a tree. 
South Am^^j,^jjg ^j Carrolltown, in Maryland, are related 
lady and^j^.jy Thomas Carroll (who was killed at the 
visit hr J ^j^g Boyne) had a brother Charles who settled' 
Ivlaryland in 1688 with Lord Baltimore. His sobt, 
Charles Carroll, called the first citizen of Maryland, was 
the only signer of the Declaration of Indepen(i€jv?e who 
fearlessly signed his address to that document. He was 
a devout Catholic and was the last survivor of the si\-<^'>rs 
of the Declaration. He died in 1S33, being in his nintYv 
sixth year. 

Here is the motto on the Carroll coat-of-arms: "In 
Fide et in Bello Fortis" — a Latin inscription, which 
means: "Brave in Faith and Brave in War." The pic- 
ture of it is described as two lions rampant supporting a 
sword pointed upward on the sprouting stump of an oak 
tree, while a hawk is rising in the air. 

This concludts the history of the Carroll family. 

As "The Lethean Slumbers of Forgetfulnes" overtake 
us, one by one, we shall take our places in the halls of 
silence to rest forever with "The Happy Dead," and per- 
chance it may occur when I am slumbering in Nirvana 
("The Endless Sleep") that some descendent of the Ran- 
dolphs, curious to learn the history of his family, in 
looking over old letters and forgotten papers, will dis- 
cover this crude record of mine. 

QUIEN SABE. 

Written in 1906, by CLARENCE C. RANDOLPH. 



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